Sanctus Diavolos

Is this the holy thing to see?Is this the land that sun shinesAbove the Heaven?Hear those children's desperate cries:Oh - children do they cry?Do they hear their fathers' sigh?Is this the fertile place to be?Is this the land that sproutsGreen reach gardens?Hear those souls' flickering cries!Do they beg?Do they smile?Do they frame the long line?Here shines the sun of a lower GodThe light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSHere burns the bright torch of soulThe flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSHere reigns thy mighty crown of hornsThe horde of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSWell blossomed is his existenceSo unwilling in their souls to seeSo weak to face him fromThe outcast angle of earthSo rapid do they fleeWhen bells of order are echoedNemesis for the anxious heavy spiritNemesis for a generation freeGrantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOSHere shines the sun of a lower GodThe light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSHere is born the light for the blind worldThe flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSAgainst on what prophets wroteThe aura of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSWill reign, will prevail,Tranquillize the human raceGrantis spiritus Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOSHere burns thy bright torch of soulThe flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSHere reigns thy mighty crown of hornsThe horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSAgainst on what prophets wroteThe spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSWill reign, will prevail andTranquillize the human raceGrantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOSHere burns the bright torch of soulThe flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSHere reigns thy mighty crown of hornsThe horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSAgainst on what prophets wroteThe spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOSWill reign, will prevail andTranquillize the human raceGrantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS